Mafia's Obsession [18+]

30.

Sofia

Death is something I often think about.

It's somehow always there, in the back of my mind, lingering dangerously as subconscious thought and toying me slowly, constantly as a background noise.

That's why I always seek a way out of my mundane existence. A persistent attempt to hold on. Men could be a good distraction. Shopping and vacation might be a better diversion. But when I need it fast, I settle with liquors and night swim. Both can temporarily fix my overflowing emotions.

When I'm consumed by my mind, everything becomes useless, boring and meaningless. There's this dark place I continuously fall into, yet at the end of the day, I crawl out of it, fighting my way every single time.

Now that I'm thinking back about it, I failed to imagine how dramatic it could be.

The death.

I always hope for a peaceful one, yet from where I'm standing right now, I can tell how messy and chaotic it'll be.

For a second or two, time seemingly pauses. Then, everything occurs too fast to catch on. Gunshots and screams fill the area. I don't know who the first shoots, but each of them responds it immediately.

I am abruptly pushed down on my stomach, I think it's Xavier. Someone's yelling profanities. Another's groaning in agony. I swear to God if they end up killing each other...

"Dolcezza!"

"Mami, you okay?!"

Too many things I feel at once. A sharp pain on my side when I try to move from my position, my aching torso because of the impact of my fall against the hard ground beneath me and the sudden dizziness.

Someone flips me onto my back and I hiss in discomfort. What the hell is happening?

"Fuck. Fuck. Open your eyes for me, love." Ezio. He sounds... terrified. My lids blink open to find him hovering above me, inspecting for any injuries.

His arm is bleeding profusely.

"You're shot." My voice is hoarse.

"I'm fine." He grits out. Before I can say a word, another voice cuts in. Flared in unmistakable anger.

"You son of the bitch! How could you shoot her?" It's Xavier.

"I fucking shot you, you fucker." Ezio spits out, clearly furious.

"The bullet fucking grazed her, estúpido." He growls and I turn my head to see Xavier glaring at him, blood staining his white t-shirt over the abdomen area.

I can't believe they're pointing guns at each other even now. With gunshot wounds and me lying on the ground between them. Seriously?

The scent of blood overwhelms my senses and my head feels lighter as I glance at my now-crimson robe. Panic settles at pit of my stomach.

"Am I gonna die?"

Their pissing contest seems faint and my body floating into abyss. The consciousness slowly slips away from my grasp and I can't do anything to prevent it.

"I got you, love. Hold on for me." It's Ezio. His voice tenses as hell.

"I'm calling my doctors. Make yourself useful and carry her inside." Xavier seems on edge, too, sounding like he's in more pain than he lets to shows.